[ There's a mix of things fighting for his attention right now: the indulgent lilt he wants to lean into, the quiet kindness that plucks at his heart, and the despair he wants to savor. The colors really aren't harmonious at all.

His eye continues to burn red. ]

Thank you...? Ahh, I see. [ The intonation in his voice really hasn't gotten any better at all, still much too saccharine. A small smile forms to match on his lips and he inclines his head slightly, giving Saphir no quarter. ]

You're too late, I saw it already. I was a bit...mesmerized by it actually. I think Subete had to hold my hand the entire way through.